Fortunately, today is Monday, and most people in the compound are eating in the house at this time, so not many people can smell the faint smell coming out.
Even if he smelled it, he would only say that it must be someone who didn't wipe his ass.
As for what those outside the hospital will say, it is none of his business.
Anyway, I only have half a life now.
Although he has a life span of 222 years, Ma Teng is really not happy at this moment.
Take out another orange from the space.
You can't eat oranges. Once you eat them, you will become addicted.
Especially these days, I just look at the spitted core and think about my own space.
Everyone has space to grow this kind of thing, so why is my own space like this?
Could it be that I was wrong? Or is there something wrong with the evolution of this space?
Ma Teng's consciousness entered the space again.
Thinking about the electric arc on his body, sure enough, sizzling electric wires spread on his arms.
Then planning a little bit of space, Ma Teng began to think about what farmland, grassland, orchards would look like.
But it's still useless.
Well, Ma Teng admitted this time that his space is a dead space. Although there is soil, there is no concept of time.
Wait, time...it's a matter of time.
Ma Teng started over, planned a piece of land, and began to imagine the process of time. First, there must be time here.
But the electric arc on his body shrank back, as if he didn't want to see Ma Teng, an idiot.
Maybe it's because Arc feels that even if he sucks himself dry, he can't let time flow.
But just when Ma Teng was about to give up, the crystal in space had become a winter melon.
Arcing began to occur.
There are almost a thousand of them.
He rushed towards the place planned by Ma Teng.
Soon, a picture appeared in front of Ma Teng.
Times have changed, time has passed, and millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The ten acres of land that Ma Teng had planned began to look different from the outside and surrounding areas.
As for what's different, Ma Teng doesn't know yet.
I grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, and it was no different from the soil in other places.
Huh? wrong.
Ma Teng's consciousness instantly enveloped the land.
Here... there is actually a flow of time?
For the purpose of experiment, Ma Teng also grabbed a handful of soil and created a space.
Hahaha, sure enough, Ma Teng caught this handful of dirt.
I made the right bet, but where is my spiritual spring? And how high is the space? How is the nutrition of the land?
Don't know anything.
After thinking about it, I arrived at the chicken pen and took a look. A jumping chicken caught Ma Teng's attention.
Two handfuls of cracked corn were thrown in, and swarms of people came. Ma Teng saw the opportunity and grabbed it in his hand.
Then put it into space.
The little chicken who entered the space for the first time was confused, thinking that the two-legged beast feeding him was going to play some game with him. As a result, his eyes suddenly changed, and he suddenly changed places.
Where is this?
The chicken was walking around, looking here and there, and then scratching the ground with its paws.
Ma Teng saw no problem with the chicken in the space, which meant that living creatures could enter his space.
When the time comes to recruit people, we will have to plan a new place.
Otherwise, even though there is nothing wrong with being admitted here, I don't want to see those people struggling before death.
In short, Ma Teng is still the very honest and responsible Ma Teng.
But looking at this little chicken in space, I can't detect anything.
While looking at the chick, I suddenly saw the pile of clothes in the distance.
The clothes of dozens of people have not yet been put away.
As soon as he grabbed his hand, the clothes appeared in front of him.
A big bunch.
Start rummaging.
Throw away dozens of keys first.
Some even had small yellow croakers on them, and I didn’t know whether they were stolen or their own.
This group of people really shouldn't be underestimated. Each one of them had more than a hundred dollars and a stack of tickets. They probably sold them during the shift.
No individual would put half-tied tickets in his pocket.
The harvest was again in the thousands.
It's so nice, and there are 13 watches of various kinds.
Ma Teng knew that a watch with a small crown logo was the Rolex commonly known as Xiao Lao. Back then, Ma Teng went to a specialty store to look at houses, cars and watches, but Ma Teng finally chose the former.
I found another one and looked at the logo. Ma Teng had never seen it before, or had never paid attention to it. There was no LOGO, just two rows of English, PATEK PHILIPPE, which he didn’t recognize.
There is another piece of handwritten English, and another piece has a cross directly on it.
Well, it’s not Ma Teng’s fault. Whenever someone holds a watch for you to look at, people who don’t know much about watches won’t know what brand the watch is.
Ma Teng knew about the other pieces, some of which were from plum blossoms, and three from Shanghai.
Ma Teng thought for a moment, then took out a piece of plum blossom which looked like the most ordinary one. It was still a very old one.
Set the time on the alarm clock.
Then take in the space.
While looking at the alarm clock, I looked at the watch in the space. It was okay, the time in the space was the same as outside.
Ma Teng felt a little relieved now.
He casually grabbed the little chicken and threw it into the chicken coop.
Regarding the size and height of the space, it is better to find a few wild dogs to try.
My body wasn't that weak anymore. I got up and boiled some water. I drank some of the dumplings I made yesterday.
After dinner, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Ma Teng went out with the cart.
The first target is the fireplace in the trust store, as well as some calligraphy and paintings. Today I can also go look at antiques and the like. I feel confident and my waist is very thick.
The other thing is to go to the department store and bring back all your wine.
Yes, those wine horses have already decided that they are their own.
The people in the yard saw Ma Zang come out, but looking at his pale face, they originally wanted to step forward and say a few words, but in the end, they were frightened and took several steps back.
Ma Teng also knew that his face was a bit scary, so he bared his teeth and smiled at them.
It was okay not to smile, but this smile was even more frightening, especially when Jia Zhang had taken off the gauze and was sitting at the door. When she saw Ma Teng like this, she lay back, rolled on the ground several times, got up, and headed home. Drill.
Damn it, am I so famous now? Jia Zhangshi, he was so frightened when he saw me that he ran home. Looking at all the online articles, Ma Teng should be the number one person in the courtyard house. However, those ruthless people who can go to Jia Zhangshi, Ma Teng are really I can't compare, and I don't dare to compare.
After leaving the gate, Ma Teng got on his car and strolled on the street.
But the street feels a little weird today.
There were some red sleeve bands and the police were walking around in the alleys.
Is this catching an enemy agent?
possible.
Ma Teng originally wanted to get involved, but considering there were so many people, he decided not to do it and just go and do his own thing.
Arriving at the trust store with ease, Ma Teng's majestic appearance also frightened the salesperson.
"Comrade, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. I've been seriously ill and it just happened. Now, let's go look at the paintings and buy a few."
"Comrade, your health is more important. Otherwise, you should go to the hospital first." The salesperson kindly reminded Ma Teng.
"Thank you. I just came out of the hospital a few days ago. I'm not sick again, but I have medicine. Don't worry."
"That's good, that's good, comrade, what paintings do you want to buy today?"
“Whose is the oldest painting?”
"The oldest one? It's not well preserved, and we won't sell it in this small store if it's preserved. The oldest ones here are 6 paintings from the Song Dynasty. They were just delivered not long ago, but they cost 400. What do you think? Do you want it?"
"A total of 400 for 6 pairs?"
"Comrade, don't make trouble. One piece is 400, and the total is 2,400. But the consignment person also said that if you buy the minimum one piece, you will get 2,000, but we have to charge a 200 consignment fee."
"It's really dark and cheap."
"Comrade, this is not black. The price is clearly marked. The old gentleman above us saw the painting in person. There is no problem."
"Okay, is there anything else?"
"The remaining ones that are far away are obvious. There are some with more than 30 blessings, but they are all around 300. There are also clear ones, which are basically more than 100."
"Except for clearing it, please calculate for me how much it costs."
"No, you want them all?"
"Let me hear the price first."
"Okay, let me do the math for you." The salesman said and went to the back. Of course, he was not afraid of Ma Teng stealing other paintings. There were two salesmen here, but who told him that every time he came, Ma Teng would be the one? The receptionist.
